Monday, November 07, 2005

You can't trust fish.

In order to get out of the house and scope around for the people responsible for making the yellow kitty next door move (I'm looking at YOU Bibs) I enlisted the help of the fish. I know. Many of you are thinking this is a bad idea.

Well, duh. I was desprate.

I explaied to Snack that we need to keep up the security of the house. Snack replied thant he and the other fish actually live in a tank and feel quite secure. I persisted, explaining that the people still feed them and they need the house secure so that the food-bearers stick around. Squegie asked what I wanted. I told them I needed a diversion while I snuck out the door.

Those little miscreiants blew the whistle on me.

Screw it. Next time, I'm just going to eat them.